Dreams and nightmares in Davis Square
Today was a good day for my psyche to manifest in Davis Square. 
The crockery jar on the left is a dead ringer for the one that shows up in my recurring nightmares. There is always something nasty in this jar; sometimes carnivorous scarabs, sometimes trapped and vengeful ghosts. I got a nasty shock when I saw the jar sitting on a table in broad daylight during a sidewalk sale. Whenever I see this jar in my dreams, I am ineluctably drawn to open it, and something ghastly happens. So, of course, I opened it. There was nothing inside. It still makes me nervous. So I bought it.
The telephone is associated with my much better dreams. I frequently dream of eccentric telephones from the rotary-dial era and before. This is just an ordinary Princess phone, though beige is an unexpected colour for a phone primarily marketed to young girls. I'd actually like this phone better if it were coral or turquoise; beige is such a timid colour, it irritates me. The same shop also had a more masculine telephone on much the same design that was built into a wooden box. Very 1970s colonial-era kitsch. Couldn't get a good picture through the shop window, though.
The crockery jar on the left is a dead ringer for the one that shows up in my recurring nightmares. There is always something nasty in this jar; sometimes carnivorous scarabs, sometimes trapped and vengeful ghosts. I got a nasty shock when I saw the jar sitting on a table in broad daylight during a sidewalk sale. Whenever I see this jar in my dreams, I am ineluctably drawn to open it, and something ghastly happens. So, of course, I opened it. There was nothing inside. It still makes me nervous. So I bought it.
The telephone is associated with my much better dreams. I frequently dream of eccentric telephones from the rotary-dial era and before. This is just an ordinary Princess phone, though beige is an unexpected colour for a phone primarily marketed to young girls. I'd actually like this phone better if it were coral or turquoise; beige is such a timid colour, it irritates me. The same shop also had a more masculine telephone on much the same design that was built into a wooden box. Very 1970s colonial-era kitsch. Couldn't get a good picture through the shop window, though.